I'm So Lame

When going to the doctor, I don't normally give my underwear any thought because my clothes either all come off or all stay on. Since the doctor never sees my underwear, today I wore old, frayed panties with the elastic stretched out, just the way I like. I can't believe that he wanted to see my hip. I figured that he would just move my legs around until I shrieked. I guess it could be worse, at least they were clean.

A couple of years ago when I injured my left hip, the x-rays showed nothing wrong with my left hip, but moderate degenerative arthritis in my right hip. Today, the x-rays showed nothing wrong with my right hip, but moderate degenerative arthritis of my left hip. Go figure.

Either I had a miraculous cure from arthritis in one hip, only to develop it in the other hip or someone in the x-ray department mislabeled the films or turned around the images. I'm waiting for a radiologist to compare all of the images. Rather than becoming the subject of medical textbooks, I think it more likely that someone screwed up.

Anyway, it's thought that I tore a ligament in my hip and so my leg is no longer being held firmly in place in the socket. Hopefully it will heal on its own. In the meantime, I learned a new trick. If I walk with my leg internally rotated, it seems to hold everything in place. So, with one leg, I'm walking pigeon-toed and with the other, I limp a bit because I've never fully recovered from the first injury a couple of years ago. Getting old is a bitch.